Amy

@anymaygarden

No time for tyrants. Gan am do na tíoránaigh. Breathnóir na spéire atá ag athrú.

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Amy@anymaygarden· 24d

Sky over SPAC tonight.

Amy@anymaygarden· 25d

Beach Ball and Captain with Jake Simpson playing the entire second half of the show. Speechless in the best possible way. Love this band so much. #davematthewsband #saratoga #spac

Amy@anymaygarden· 27d

*Reads while scanning ocean horizon from the safety of sand and quietly humming the theme song from jaws.

Amy@anymaygarden· Jul 11

I’ve entered my hobbit-style stay-home vacation mode with a pile of books and am intentionally disconnecting so will someone please tag me with any important developments, i.e. Sauron is defeated. I would not want to miss that party. 🎶🎧📚✌️🕊️

Amy@anymaygarden· Jul 7

Well that’s completely relatable @johngreensbluesky.bsky.social.Just picked up this signed copy from my library and I’m already digging it, though in small bits interrupted by disorienting and glitching vision. Damn, the library might not get this book back. In time I mean. #TheAnthropoceneReviewed

week after finishing the path, I was searching through a drawer for some ChapStick when all at once and without any warning, my balance failed. The world began to roll and spin. I was suddenly a very small boat in very high seas. My eyes shivered in their sockets, and I began vomit-ing. I was rushed to the hospital, and for weeks afterward, the world spun and spun. Eventually I was diagnosed with labyrinthitis,

Amy@anymaygarden· Jul 7

#bookclubgossip JD’s new bullshit book popped up as a recommended read on my library account of all places. Rage bait. 😒 #Never So what’s next is John Green’s “The Anthropocene Reviewed”, Louise Erdrich’s “Future Home of the Living God”, “All About Love” by bell hooks, and Roxanne Dunbar-Ortiz’s👇

NOT A NATION OF IMMIGRANTS
SETTLER COLONIALISM, WHITE SUPREMACY, AND A HISTORY OF
ERASURE AND EXCLUSION
ROXANNE DUNBAR-ORTIZ

Amy@anymaygarden· Jul 2

I have a pair of cardinals in my yard, neighbors who live nearby. I’ve watched them all spring. They take in the sunsets together at the end of the day. The male will tenderly feed the female. It is the most endearing thing I’ve seen. Do they know? #thecomfortofcrows #maryoliver #littleredbird

Amy@anymaygarden· Jun 29

The fawns are out exploring this morning and some bigger birds are getting too close to the northern house wren residence, apparently. 🪶 Tiny, feisty and vocal; they are not to be messed with. 💪

A photo of various types of bird feathers pulled from recent intruders and interlopers at the northern wren residence.

A white-tailed fawn makes their way back in to the forest from my backyard, and towards a nearby den.

Amy@anymaygarden· Jun 28

www.poetryfoundation.org/poetrymagazi...

Amy@anymaygarden· Jun 27

Channeling Dave. Holy ultimate catharsis on Squirm. So glad my migraine and vertigo finally let go but I’m still not exactly sure what I might be typing and why is my vision double whatever please let me never go deaf

Amy@anymaygarden· Jun 22

There is some deep-rooted biological satisfaction about growing the food that feeds your family. The first garden harvest of the year. 🫛👩‍🌾 #backyardgardener #farmersfeedyourfamily #migrantsfeedyourfamily #foodfromthevine #freshveggies

A collection of freshly picked peas from the garden.

Amy@anymaygarden· Jun 13

Oh ffs. The picture being worth a thousand words…yada yada and so on and so forth.

Amy@anymaygarden· Jun 13

Someone started singing “Give us the “T” boys and free our souls “

Amy@anymaygarden· Jun 13

Eastern view at sunset was beautiful tonight.

Amy@anymaygarden· Jun 12

#DMB Friday night on the other side of MA. There, in spirit. 🎧💃

Amy@anymaygarden· Jun 12

Tried reading outside, just a tiny bit distracted by this little powerhouse singer. #northernhousewren

Amy@anymaygarden· Jun 12

A little of that 📚. Believe me, I’m very aware how much everything is awful right now, and I hate it, and I could drown in it. My posts seem mismatched against the rip tide of news running through this social media app, through this timeline of life. But I don’t know. There’s beauty here, too.

Amy@anymaygarden· Jun 8

#optical #atmosphere #sunhalo

$Light refraction forms two halos around the sun, which is partially blocked by a tree.$

Amy@anymaygarden· Jun 6

It’s a good one. 🎧 Clapping from home. Great speech from Dave. Thank you DMB. You allllll are the very best.

Amy@anymaygarden· Jun 5

www.poetryfoundation.org/poems/57610/...

Amy@anymaygarden· Jun 2

Pairs well with this…

Amy@anymaygarden· May 31

The threads algorithm is on it.

Amy@anymaygarden· May 30

Friday night perch. 🎧

Amy@anymaygarden· May 28

From Chapter Eight: Fear

Where is the Palestinian Martin Luther King? I've heard said on more than one occasion, never accompanied by any self-reflection as to what kind of society necessitates a man like that, nor what that society ultimately did to him before his posthumous veneration. The implicit accusation is that certain people are incapable of responding to their mistreatment with grace, with patience, with love, and that this incapacity, not any external injustice, is responsible for the misery inflicted upon them.
But Palestinians do respond overwhelmingly with love. Just
as the Indigenous populations of an entire hemisphere, subjected to the largest genocide in human history, responded

overwhelmingly with love. Just as the Black communities in much of the United States, a country that quite simply would not exist in its current form were it not for the theft of their labor, responded overwhelmingly with love. Just as every people everywhere deemed acceptable collateral in service of the empire's interest responded overwhelmingly with love.
Today I watched footage of a man kissing his son's foot as he buried the body so torn apart by the missiles that the foot was one of the only pieces the father could find in the rubble. Tell me this man doesn't know love, hasn't been made to know it in a way no human being should.
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Except it is a love that cannot be acknowledged by the empire, because it is a people's love for one another. Anyone who has dragged a relative out from under the wreckage of a bombed building, who has held a friend bleeding to death in the street while the officer who pulled the trigger looks on, who has watched their water poisoned, their land burned, their communities starved, is intimately well versed in love. But in the eyes of the empire such a thing can never be called love, because the directive was never in the first place, Love, but rather, Love me. In spite of it all, love me.

Amy@anymaygarden· May 28

About 75% in. The truth; who knows about love. I’m wrecked. The honesty of this writing. This will be a reread for me, a personal library treasure, and recommended reading to anyone who will listen.

Amy@anymaygarden· May 26

#cirrostratus

$A sundog arc or rainbow refraction on the left side of the sun as it sets behind trees and the horizon.$

Amy@anymaygarden· May 26

Sundog and sundown in Northern Berkshires.

Amy@anymaygarden· May 24

Elie Wiesel, April 12, 1999 in remarks on the perils of indifference at The White House: From pbs.org www.pbs.org/eliewiesel/r...

In a way, to be indifferent to that suffering is what makes the human being inhuman. Indifference, after all, is more dangerous than anger and hatred. Anger can at times be creative. One writes a great poem, a great symphony, have done something special for the sake of humanity because one is angry at the injustice that one witnesses. But indifference is never creative. Even hatred at times may elicit a response. You fight it. You denounce it. You disarm it. Indifference elicits no response. Indifference is not a response.

Indifference is not a beginning, it is an end. And, therefore, indifference is always the friend of the enemy, for it benefits the aggressor—never his victim, whose pain is magnified when he or she feels forgotten. The political prisoner in his cell, the hungry children, the homeless refugees—not to respond to their plight, not to relieve their solitude by offering them a spark of hope is to exile them from human memory. And in denying their humanity we betray our own.

Indifference, then, is not only a sin, it is a punishment. And this is one of the most important lessons of this outgoing century’s wide-ranging experiments in good and evil.

In the place that I come from, society was composed of three simple categories: the killers, the victims, and the bystanders. During the darkest of times, inside the ghettoes and death camps—and I’m glad that Mrs. Clinton mentioned that we are now commemorating that event, that period, that we are now in the Days of Remembrance—but then, we felt abandoned, forgotten. All of us did.

And our only miserable consolation was that we believed that Auschwitz and Treblinka were closely guarded secrets; that the leaders of the free world did not know what was going on behind those black gates and barbed wire; that they had no knowledge of the war against the Jews that Hitler’s armies and their accomplices waged as part of the war against the Allies.

Amy@anymaygarden· May 20

There’s a #swainsonsthrush and an #indigobunting in my yard bordering the woodland this morning! Cannot seem to get a decent photo of the bunting, just this blue blur. 😍💙 This is all I need for happiness today. Birders know.